After a long a grueling session at the florist’s, Kurt had finally decided on a bunch of yellow and pink/red roses. He didn’t want to bring just yellow (even though that was obviously appropriate, they kind of screamed ‘dying grandparent’ and that wasn’t really what he was going for) and so decided to add in a few of the dark pink ones to give a friendlier tone. Needless to say the florist wasn’t happy with Kurt’s need to change his arrangements.

Kurt peaked around the corner into Blaine’s room to check if Santana was there. It was fairly early (10 am), and she didn’t seem to have arrived yet. He tip-toed from his hiding spot until he realized how ridiculous he looked and walked normally. Blaine was awake. He sat slightly propped up in his bed reading a rather thick hard-cover book. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. And just when Kurt thought he couldn’t get any cuter.

“I’ve heard that’s a good one. Not that I’ve read it” Kurt tried his best to sound cool.

“Huh?” Blaine said, not even looking up from the page.

“The book. Anyway. I just wanted to apologize again and give you these “ Kurt produced the flowers “but you’re probably tired of my ugly mug. So I’ll just set these down and be off.”

“Oh I’m sorry. No, not at all. That’s really thoughtful, you absolutely didn’t need to. Thank you.” Blaine smiled, and God was he charming.

Kurt couldn’t help but smile back. “You’re ridiculous.” Blaine gave him a quizzical look. “I “didn’t need to” buy you flowers after I ran you over with my car? Honestly.”

“You didn’t “run me over” and it’s fine. I’m alive, aren’t I? Which is good for you, because my mum would have been really pissed.” Blaine laughed.

“How are you even real?” Kurt said under his breath.

“Sorry?”

“Oh nothing. I said “how do you feel?”

The look on Blaine’s face indicated that he was well aware that Kurt had not said that at all, but he didn’t press it any further. “I’m feeling ok today. A little tired and a bit bored, but other than that I can’t complain.”

This attitude was actually starting to piss Kurt off a little. How on earth could a person be hit by a car and then act as if they were recovering from a mild head cold? Obviously this Blaine guy was crazy, if Kurt had been the one in that bed they’d never hear the end of it.

“You can complain! Please, complain! I’d feel so much better if you’d complain!”

“Ah I see. Now someone’s being selfish. I’m the one in hospital. “

“Better.”

It seemed strange to be acting this way with Blaine, considering he’d only met the man the day before, but still there was a strange comfort with him. Blaine was warm and friendly, and Kurt didn’t really care that he was acting like a possessive stalker. He didn’t really want to leave Blaine’s side at all.

“You don’t have to come here you know? I don’t know if you feel guilty or…? Either way, you don’t have to come sit with me or bring me flowers or anything. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“See?” Kurt said, pretending there was someone beside him “I told you. Ridiculous.”

Blaine laughed.

Over the next few weeks the two boys fell into a comfortable routine where Kurt would visit Blaine in the mornings about 4-5 times a week before 11:30, when Santana got there, and then would bring Blaine coffee and lunch on Saturdays. They talked about the basics; how old are you? How long have you been in New York? What are you doing in New York? Where are you from?

“Lima, Ohio.” Kurt had responded.

“You’re kidding.” Blaine had let out a single laugh.

“No, why? I know I don’t scream Ohio, but I take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, absolutely. No, it’s not that. It’s just that I’m from Westerville.”

“You’re kidding.” You’ve been right under my nose this whole time?

From what Kurt had learned Blaine was in fact Blaine Anderson, a 23 year old from Westerville, Ohio, who was studying at Julliard – music. He went to high school at Dalton Academy. He loved all things geeky; Star Wars, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, you name it, along with music, Broadway, bowties and Katy Perry.

In fact, Blaine was in the middle of telling Kurt about a wonderful rendition that he did with the Warblers of Teenage Dream when a rather lanky, but somewhat attractive young man appeared in the doorway.

“Ah, will I never stop hearing about how the wonderful Blaine Anderson stopped time at Dalton Academy as he serenaded the new kid with a top 40 pop song?” He smirked.

“Sebastian!” Blaine shuffled in his bed as if to go hug him before remembering he was in immense amounts of pain. “What are you doing here? You’re meant to be in London!”

“Well, I would have left London a lot sooner if my boyfriend thought to tell me he had been hit by a car, but as usual I’m the last person to know anything.”

Boyfriend. Had Kurt heard that right? Kurt wasn’t even aware that Blaine was gay, but for some reason pining away after a straight boy was much more manageable than pining away after a gay guy with a rather hot boyfriend. His heart contracted in his chest, and he could practically feel the life draining from his extremities.

“I’m sorry I was going to tell you, but I-“ Blaine stopped himself. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. How rude of me. Kurt, this is my boyfriend Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Kurt.”

“Hi.” Sebastian said, barely giving him a second glance. He moved to the other side of Blaine’s bed and kissed him lovingly on the forehead before kissing him sweetly on the lips. Blaine smiled up at him, and looked over at Kurt awkwardly.

“Yeah, hi. Look, it’s actually probably time for me to be off. It was nice to meet you Sebastian. Blaine, I’ll see you Thursday?”

“Yeah sure.” Blaine smiled “See you Thursday”

“Bye, Kurt.” Sebastian said, a little more coldly than necessary.

‘Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” Kurt thought to himself as he walked down to the reception. ‘Of course he has a boyfriend, there was no way he was single. Stupid’

His thoughts were interrupted by Santana as she screamed in Spanish while kicking the coffee machine. She muttered under her breath and turned to see Kurt. She cocked her head to the side slightly and narrowed her eyes.

‘Shit.’